She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches
That used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up
Whenever you bang the door open again
She spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience
Like a woman who went blind because she looked at a solar eclipse
Without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it
And now goes around the country speaking at high schools
About the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse
Without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it
Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever...
Her eyes were like two brown circles
With big black dots in the center
We had never met.
We were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
And I miss her already.